Graydon propped one foot on her ramp, his roguish smile sending a flood of warmth and alarm spreading through her. Graydon’s draw went far beyond his looks. It was infused in the predatory way he moved. Every word and gesture possessing a charisma that was bewitching. Worse. The reality of Graydon was far greater than even the promise of him. Graydon was a drug. One hit was never enough. Kira was already addicted.
